The rain is falling, and the green water leaves are leaving footprints. Fifty steps are clear and shallow. Looking back, I fall into the center of the lake a foot deep.
The rain is falling, the broken willows are accompanied by the song of departure, and after a hundred years of loneliness, two lines of clear tears turn into a bucket of lovesickness.
The rain is falling, the fallen flowers are stained on the clothes, flying for thirty miles, half-curved eyebrows, making the spring water muddy.
What is happiness?
Love it or hate it. It doesn't matter whether it's foolishness or resentment. Remember what should be remembered, forget what should be forgotten, life always proceeds smoothly and orderly, and time still passes by the sunrise and sunset in an orderly manner. When I grow old, I recall the past time. Then I discovered that if you love, you should love without hesitation; if you hate, you should hate with all your heart; if you are crazy, you should be obsessed with it; if you resent, you should also be firm with no regrets. Then remember all the commitments without hesitation, unforgettable, and determined. Forget all the reasons for this. Then life became pure in an instant.
I finally understand that the greatest happiness is to meet some people, experience some things, learn how to love, hate and forgive, and then not die alone, and learn to be grateful at the moment of death.
This is actually a story about finding happiness.
The story is cliche, and basically it's all down to my IQ. I still have some self-awareness, so you are welcome to smash bricks, lift tables, and kick stools, and you are even more welcome to throw flowers, blow kisses, and so on. Although I am very humble, after all, proper compliments help to work hard, right? Above!